The Poem Hustle: Call for Submissions

 

I leave for New York on September 13th. I would like to bring your poems with me. I’d like to hustle your word with a coat full of poems.

If you would like for your poems to be sold for the outragous price of FREE on the streets of New York, please send your words to NicelleCDavis@gmail.com.

If you are in New York, please come find me here:

From Tarzan to John Carter, Poetry is on the Move

For me, living in Southern California requires a lot of direction—Map Quest is my best friend.  In a way, having to map my way through life makes every commute an adventure.  Maps are one of the many things I love about Southern California.

This particular adventure took me to Woodland Hills where Stanley A. Galloway (a Living Poetry Project contributor) was giving a lecture on Tarzan. This was the centennial year for the creation of Tarzan (and John Carter), which had the Edgar Rice Burroughs fans in a frenzy.

It was nice to see a group of people IN LOVE with books. It was fantastic to deliver Stanley’s poem in person.

Again, I found poetry leading me towards a new (even unexpected) friendship; it was a real gift to meet Stanley—to link words with their word-crafter.

(For those of you who have requested your magnet poem, please be patient. I’m saving up postage money now in hopes that I’ll have your poems to you before November.)

 

The following weekend, J.J. and I traveled to Mark and Kate’s house for a slumber party. We planted flowers, fed chickens, hugged bunnies, and the list of magic continues. To my delight, my Burroughs adventure continued as we watched Disney’s John Carter. (What are the chances?  Two weekends of Burroughs—I’m starting to feel haunted.)

Kate and Mark are very good and kind people. They are nice to my son; that is a great gift to my family. They are good to books–devoting their lives to Red Hen Press; this is a great giflt to the world.

While J.J. and I planted flowers, we also planted a few poems. I think Mark and Kate’s yard is the perfect place for poems to grow.

Human Collage

Where to begin?

Last weekend was nothing short of amazing. I drove to West Hollywood to meet (in person for the first time ever!) Cheryl Gross. Cheryl and I have collaborating for the past 3 years. Together we have made three books (Circe, Becoming Judas, and In the Circus of You) and two films (Circe and Becoming Judas). All of our exchanges have been through letters, emails, Podcasts, and Facebook posts. (We live in an odd place and time, no?)

Cheryl has been a guiding light and an amazing friend—yet we had never met…until now.

Cheryl, (her best friend) Louis, (my dear photographer friend) Jason Hughes, and I met in a West Hollywood. In the back parking lot we began to make some impromptu art.

Louis is covered in tattoos; these tattoos create a second skin—a tapestry of love affairs illustrated. (One of his tattoos is part of a collaboration that Cheryl and I have been working on. You can see more about this process by watching the documentary Tatt-Talk.)

Jason took pictures of this living tapestry—I took the images and projected Louis (as art) upon my skin. Then, collage artists Dawn Fox and Pavlina Janssen added paint, glue, paper, nails, and tinfoil to the human canvas. Photographers Emily Fox and Charles Hood took photos of the layering. Layers.

We brought our own stories, intended messages, and experiences to the project. For me, the project was about exploring and exhibiting basic human rights—the right to be, the right to love. (It also was a love message to a dear friend.) Art often is layered even in its intentions–isn’t that a sort of magic.

Hopefully, whoever sees what we made will bring their own visions of what it means to be human. For me, this piece is growing into a web of connections–of understandings. I attempted to write a poema about it; I’ll keep attempting to write “that” poem.

Adding to the excitement–this project continues to grow! There is a strong possibility that this piece will become a performance in the near future. 🙂 Oh, happiness lives in possibility. There are still some details to work out, but if you are interested in seeing “The Human Collage” live, please mark Tuesday, November 27th in your date books. (We might be living poems at the Beautiful Boston Court!!!)

Best to all in hope and layers.

Place—a Pastoral of Amplified Flesh

Intersections of rivers and roads—fibrous—

vein and vessels spread beneath us—

as though we’re candles passing over

or hands plunging under

the unattainability of location. There is

a story omitted from every script –

territory synonymous with unsayable

events. Let me rephrase:

I knew a woman who burned finger sized

scars in her arms with erasers—

marking how she was pinned to an orchard—

the taking of all her fruit.

I knew a man who housed a virus—science

cut doors to his spinal cord.

Hands inside another. This man, woman,

were conscious at entry.

When they said, this hurts. No one stopped

the hurting.

A light passes over—How many hands

before a stopping place?

Photo by Jason Hughes

Next layer of photos by Emily Fox.

Because Chocolate Milk Needs Poetry Too…

It is 115 degrees; our cooler is broken. SO, thanks to good good (good) friends, J.J. and I our having a sleepover. Good friends, cool rooms, and poetry. Good friends.

JJ (age 4), Lia (age 9), and Aria (age 7) made Chocolate Milk-Cup-Stickers:

J.J. says, “I like to write sad poems. Because they look so good.” 

Lia says, “I like to write sad poems too. Because they are fun–they have more detail and rhyming words”

Aria says, (shrug)  “I like to write animal poems. (shrug) Because I love animals.”

These young poets have a reveiw up on the NYQ for the amazing book, I TAKE BACK THE SPONGE CAKE.

More Movement

The new round of traveling poems have been ordered!!! I’m excited to send them out into the world.

In addition to the new poems (and great thanks to some dear-hearts at Connotation Press, who donated to the traveling poem project) I have magnets for the poets who gave their words to The Living Poetry Project. If you would like a magnet of your poem, please email me at NicelleCDavis@gmail.com.

More pictures of traveling poetry will be posted soon.

The Most Impulsive Fundraiser Ever: Groupon / VistaPrint

Okay, I admit it; I have a terrible relationship with money.  I see money and see colored paper—I want to cut it up and use it for a picture or sculpture.

I often feel an odd sense of guilt about money. In many ways, I hate money. Money is the cool sixth grade kid, and I’m a first grader.

What I love is resources. AHHHH, yes! I love material, medium, glue, and glitter. I love to make things for people. I love to give things away. (Sometimes I’m a terrible giver—giving the entirely wrong things. I’m working on this.)
All of this is to say,
Many people have been asking if they can buy a magnet from The Living Poetry Project: Poetry On the Move.

This is difficult for me because I want to GIVE everyone a magnet, but can’t—simply can not afford to—because I am pathetically and embarrassingly broke. (I think I might amaze people by how broke I am—I am amazing(ly broke).

So, here it is: Groupon has an offer for VistaPrint. $70 worth of printing for $17.

If you feel so moved, please purchase this offer for The Living Poetry Project. In exchange, I will send you three magnets and a special (hand made) mystery poetry prize.

Groupon will ask for a name and email address for the gift option; please put Nicelle Davis / NicelleCDavis@gmail.com.

 

All of the Groupons will be used for Living Poetry Projects.

Thanks. (Asking is difficult: I feel weird.) Thanks.